The weeks that followed my D&C were painstaking. I was broken, dejected, sad, angry, bitter and depressed. Time stood still.

Reading my posts from January bring me to tears. It just happened, right this second. The pain of a loss is unfuckingbearable. That's the truth.

Writing about my feelings saved me. The support I received from this incredible community saved me. Honestly. You all may never know how much your words meant to me in that darkest hour. But they kept me propped up and afloat (albeit barely).

I've come quite far in the past ten months. Not only emotionally, but in my journey versus infertility.

Time does heal, although it will never make you forget. I still get horribly sad when I think about the loss of my first pregnancy. A pregnancy we worked so long and so hard for. We thought we had done it, beaten the odds. Pregnant after 4 1/2 years. And then the rug was pulled out from under us.

Even though I am now 27 weeks pregnant, I can't and won't shake the feelings of sadness and hopelessness that accompany remembering my loss. But it's not my focus, as it was back in the early months of 2012.

I soberly remember my past, but all the while I embrace my present and future.

My long-wished-for Henry should arrive in January of 2013. I'm so excited to meet him, but also to plant some happy memories in a month that desperately needs them.

Thinking of you. I'm glad that things will be coming full circle for you. I really sympathize with what you said about needing to plant some happy memories. Christmas was like that for us last year. (*hugs*)

I felt the same way when pregnant my first time. I think I was about the same weeks too, somewhere around 25-27. It got to November when my EDD should have been and even tho I was well on my way to expected it was a tough month...

About Me

After battling infertility for 5+ years, Buster and I (along with some doctors and embryologists) made a baby: Henry. He was born in January of 2013, and we've been navigating first-time-parenthood ever since.